Nesting, slowly

[redbird]

Obvious progress includes that we now have a bedroom air conditioner. It's a weird device that sits on the floor, with hoses that go through a plate that in turn goes in the window, in front of the screen. Weird, and it uses a bit of floor space, but it's the only kind that will work with the windows we have, and there are enough things right about this apartment that we were willing to accept that disadvantage. It also turns out that I can open the living room window most of the way to let in fresh air when we aren't using the air conditioner without taking it out of the window, which is an advantage over the window-mounted kind.

We also have a neighborhood farmers' market, closer to our apartment than the Inwood Greenmarket is to our old place in New York. They just started up this week, and we came home with cherries, lettuce, pickled salmon and salmon jerky, Meyer lemon ice cream, ham hocks for soup, strawberries, morels, and a dozen irises. Fresh salmon is expected in a couple of weeks, but this was the last batch of Meyer lemon ice cream for the season. I will do something with the morels for lunch during the week (since cattitude can't eat mushrooms).

Cattitude has dismantled the old stand-alone wardrobe, which was damaged during our move; we might have tried fixing it, but with the huge walk-in closet we don't need that, we need another chest of drawers and/or more bookshelves and/or some kind of cabinet to store games in so they don't have to be piled on top of all the bookcases. In the meantime, the bedroom feels quite a bit roomier now that thing isn't lying on its side against one wall.

ETA: Removing grumble about USB hubs, having found a smaller one I do have the power supply for.

It's also seeming pretty clear that even after significant culling, we don't have enough bookcases for our books. Yes, we have lost a shelf or two (not a whole bookcase) to incidental incidental damage in the move, and a few more shelves that had books in New York are temporarily holding things for which I should find places on/in= my new desk, or in the old half-height filing cabinet that used to live under my desk, but I don't think that will make enough space. There is definitely furniture-shopping in our future, but we need to unpack (or temporarily move) several more boxes that are now in the spare bedroom/library before we replace the old couch with a new fold-out couch. (The old couch is in pretty good shape, considering that I got it from my mother in about 1990 and I think she'd had it several years before that, but it's not really a bed, though it will sort of do for one person. "Pretty good shape" meaning it's still structurally sound but it has marks from years of claw-sharpening by two successive cats.

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I envy your Meyer lemon ice cream with an intensity that is entirely disproportionate considering what kinds of local organic ice cream I currently have in my fridge.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Wow! I'm seeing strawberries but not cherries so far, and haven't seen ham hocks from the meat guy at my local farmer's market. I did see morels, and lots of flowers (and we have irises at my house). I'm going to check out another nearby one on Wed, though, that just started last week. Maybe they'll have some different stuff. I wouldn't mind getting a ham hock for red beans & rice.

[don-fitch.livejournal.com]

I trust you are not surprised at not having enough bookshelf space. For a certain class of people (which I describe as "Us") this is an inevitable Fact of Life. (Actually, in reluctant anticipation of having to move into some kind of Assisted-Living Facility, I've been disposing of about a banker's box of books every week for the past year+, and a few empty spaces are starting to appear on the shelves... though the volumes in the Storage Unit would more than fill them, so it's illusory).

[redbird]

I am a little surprised, because that "not enough space" is after getting rid of about seven packing boxes worth of books (for values of "getting rid of" that mean we have boxes of book piled up, waiting to be removed, but those books are not getting shelved). Yes, the books were overflowing badly at our old place, but I hadn't quite realized how badly.

[ashnistrike.livejournal.com]

Enjoy the morels! And sympathy about the progress of nesting. (Our life is currently in boxes - the new house is taking longer than anticipated to be ready for occupancy.)

-Nameseeker